Meanwhile, Stan had finished up and was stepping out of the building as well, and quickly got into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition as Diarmuid got in.
Henry had so much to tell Diarmuid and was eager to appeal to Diarmuid’s emotion since he raised him as a boy.
However, he could say none of it as Diarmuid was very clear where he stood.
Overwhelmed by emotion, he fainted and started to fall.
“Sir?! Please, stay with me!” Moneypenny caught him, and cried out to Diarmuid, “Master Diarmuid! Help, please!”
Stan was going to drive off but paused, and turned to look at Diarmuid. “Mr. Althoff?”
Diarmuid was staring straight ahead. There was a brief second when he seemed to twitch, but he composed himself soon enough.
“Drive.”
With that, Stan stayed silent and floored the gas pedal, and they soon returned to Diarmuid’s mansion.
Although Diarmuid headed straight to his study, Stan did not dare to follow because he clearly was not feeling calm.
To no surprise, Stan soon heard something breaking from inside!
Mrs. Watson arrived just then and asked, “What’s going on here?”
Tommy was asleep, and if this went on, the baby would wake up.
Even so, Stan put his finger on his lips and shushed her!
As Mrs. Watson quickly turned silent, he explained softly to her, “Don’t disturb him.”
He knew why Diarmuid was seething, and that Diarmuid was just venting at the moment.
After all, Henry had raised him, but tried to use that as leverage against him.
Though Diarmuid never did anything to Quincy because of Henry, how did his grandfather repay him?
He was probably hurting because the one who hurt him was family.
“Should we ask Mrs. Althoff to come home?” Mrs. Watsons quietly asked.
Stan agreed that it was a great idea, since Diarmuid needed company right now.
“Yeah, do it.”
However, no one answered when Mrs. Watson called Abigail’s number, and she sighed, shaking her head. “I couldn’t reach her.”
Stan sighed as well.
Meanwhile, Diarmuid stood with his hands clasped behind his back in his study. What remained of a teacup lay beside his feet, its contents now drenching his toes.
His frame was towering yet lonely–light filled in but was just illuminating just half of him, keeping his expression inscrutable, and his thoughts unfathomable.
Over at Melville Hospital, Abigail was following Stephen into surgery.
She had been very busy since she started to work at the hospital as his student, and would assist him in every surgery he performed, in addition to her own clinic duty.
He was basically letting her do all the menial tasks, affording her no free time.
It was only three hours later when they stepped out of the operating room, but before Abigail could catch her breath, Stephen sent her to compile a patient’s medical history.
“Put everything in a folder and leave it inside the center drawer of my desk. Make sure no one sees it,” he told her.
“Okay,” Abigail replied.
Later, as she carefully put everything together, she glanced at the patient’s photo and found it familiar.
She soon remembered–she saw her face back at Althoff Manor in another photo. It was kept in a photo frame beside a box, and when she knocked it over, Diarmuid’s ensuing reaction was so violent the moment was etched clearly in her mind.
That photo was of Diarmuid’s parents, and the patient’s photo held a strong resemblance to Diarmuid’s mother!
The resemblance was striking… Could she be a relative of Diarmuid’s mother?
However, she was aware that Diarmuid’s mother was an only daughter, and she also learned from Stan that Diarmuid’s maternal grandparents had also passed away years ago.
That meant Diarmuid’s maternal line was gone, and without any relatives alive in that family tree, this patient was probably not related to them.
And doppelgangers are known to exist in this world anyway…
Nonetheless, Stephen entered the room, and frowned when he saw that Abigail had yet to put the folder in his drawer.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you done yet?”
Abigail promptly shelved those thoughts and put the folder in the drawer, before walking up to Stephen and asking. “Why aren’t you keeping her file with the other patients‘?”
“She’s my wife’s friend,” Stephen flatly replied. “Special privilege.”
“Oh.”
Stephen then told her, “We have a new patient. He has a congenital heart defect–take him to imaging.”
“Okay.”
As she did, she passed by the ultrasound room and saw the ‘journalist‘ she noticed before.
Chad Ross was lending her an arm, grinning ear–to–ear but being careful nonetheless. “Are you alright, darling?”
The journalist‘ nodded.
Abigail had thought that the ‘journalist‘ resembled Whitney before… And it turned out that she was Chad’s wife too? Was that why he married her?
Honestly, Chad was so hopeless…
While Abigail stared blankly at the woman who resembled Whitney Cox, the woman saw her as well.
She initially appeared surprised to see Abigail, but soon spite showed in her eyes.
Abigail had already noticed that the other woman had been looking at her funny before, and could not help frowning when she clearly saw that this time as well.
Why the hostility? They were not even acquainted.
Chad spotted Abigail as well just then, and quickly pulled her away, and whispered once they were out of earshot, “You’re pregnant Payback can wait.”
“Yeah,” she replied, but she clearly was not giving up.
Even so, she was now reliant on Chad and would never dare to go against him excessively.
In fact, she never wanted a child, and always used protection–but she got pregnant anyway.
Since Chad loved the child, she had to keep it, but was also determined to lose it if it became an obstacle to her revenge.
Meanwhile, after Abigail helped another patient to get an ultrasound, she looked through the medical history of the journalist.”
It turned out that she was 21–year–old Lindsay Slate.
However, although she was not Whitney or of the same age, Abigail found that woman unusual, especially in the way she looked at Abigail.
Abigail knew must get to the bottom of this, but that means she would have to do her own investigating- she could not ask Diarmuid since he was still not done with his business.
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